finding the silence between the alleys
watching each snow flake as it descends onto your shoes
and you descend on your way home
the only thing that can be heard
is the moon getting ready to play in the coated streets
together, once again, the stars, snow, and the moon
escape with the night
and leave us with love when all the children arise.
let the snow fall.
let the stars sing.
let the moon shine.
listen to the silence.
listen to the unpredicatbility.
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